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QAFFINESS

An end term in the middle of the term...
Nothing like that to make for a decent piece of writing...

Have finished the paper on commodities...
The CBM will turn out to be big.. provided We have sufficient time and it does not seem like it. Good work need time and space... I have none of them...

I have been talking to this guy who has potential... I have been trying to coax him to work with me. I like him for the simple reason that he has the neurons and uses less words than are required. But he is an ass. He needs to be kicked. I hope he collaborates with me. We have four "new" ideas for a 20% project which will have a presentation of 10 minutes and probably won't be given a second thought by any of the morons. But we will write it nonetheless. Because we have to give wing to our ideas. That is the reason why we exist.

Puchee. Puchee. Puchee....

Mom and Dad have shifted to Delhi. Saw them on weekend. They seem to be tired and suffering. I love them more than anything else.

Life... I will blame it for all my shortcomings...
I will blame it for disappointments and pains and laziness.

About love and life... well as you see there is not much of any in my life, primarily because they need time and space and I have none of them in plenty.
I was talking to Dadi on phone and she said.. that I should get married to a woman who understands and respects the feelings I have for my work and my issues.
I definitely need that and on top of that... I need a woman who would keep regrets out of the relationships. What is a few broken promises to spice up a relationship?

Someday I will make a decision and then the time will come. Till then I lie in my bed alone and wondering of all the random possibilites that can happen. Till then it's bonds, cointegration, rolling CAPM, volatility, Price level targeting and things they laugh at. Someday I had get tired of all this and run till I had get tired of that too.

Nana... i remember you on all times I need you. I am selfish but I promise to be righteous till I cannot resist.

Ending with a verse... randomness...

They say we come with a promise,
To fulfil and make good of,
And we run all we can,
turning reality of hollow dreams.

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